Saturday (Night) Special: Tribute to my Mother

For some in the know, the adventures I lived with my mother were not like most people.

My father passed when I was young and though I lived with my mother off and on during their divorce years, after my father passed I lived with her full time. Leaving Iowa in a beat up old Chevy Rambler was only the beginning of the great adventures life with mother would be like.

From, working in diners along highway 40 as we traveled to California, to seeing my mother risk her own life to save another…my mother is a gem of a woman and taught me the ways of life that were not always easy, but made me a better, stronger woman today!

I was unable to keep this glory to myself and felt the need to tell the story of my life with my mother so I wrote a book. Yes, I wrote a book I said. My mother and I have a few little anecdotes and sayings that are ours. We also share foods and smells and stories and the one things will always bring me back to thoughts and feelings for my mother are the taste, smell and sound of Corn Tortillas… so thusly my book is named

“I was standing at the stove making corn tortillas. Experts have said scents and smells can bring you back to moments and memories you may not even know you had and maybe some you do.

As the aroma of butter and toasted corn tortillas wafted through the air my mind wandered back to the days spent with my mother in Lawndale, California.

Mom worked three jobs to make ends meet for us to survive and to earn money for things. I received Social Security Benefits because of my father’s death, but she was an amazing mother and never spent my money unless she absolutely had to for rent or food. She made sure my money was mine.

We learned how to recover our food costs and tortillas were easy to come by since we lived in an area surrounded by Latinos. We either bought them cheap or a neighbor made them and often would give us extra.

Mom has her back to me. The fridge is to the left, the stove in the center, and the table is by the window with the sun shining behind me. I can picture her now…”

This is my Mother Mary

She is a very unique woman.

We had our hard time

we had our good times too

She can make you crazy and yet you love her at the same time.

She is a bit of Jekyl and bit teddy bear ish Hyde

You never know which of those you will get

She was there for me when no one else was

and I was there for her

We love each other THIS MUCH

and more and more and more

I love mother with all myheart

She is someone you want to be near to

When you met her you walk away glad

People on the street love my mother

I feel lucky when she has room for me 🙂

Please take the time to honor your mother’s this weekend. Is it a Hallmark holiday, yes I agree it is and yet, perhaps we needed a holiday to remind us of our mothers. My own children however, do not remember me on any day, not even mother’s day. When they do, I nearly fall out of my chair. I was married for ten years to my second husband and had a step daughter and sadly I was not recognized then but once when she brought me a necklace…and I will never forget that day.It meat the world to me.

Step moms, real moms, adopted moms, and moms who we honor like our moms deserve a hello once in awhile.

Take this weekend to honor them and show them you care. A little gesture, goes a long way.